…As I scroll through Facebook, I continue to see pictures and stories of how flood waters have violently left an unwanted mark in peoples lives. Neighbors who have lost everything…. homes, cars, and other personal belongings. The devastation has been unreal, and yet SO VERY REAL TO MANY!!
As heart breaking as it is, there are also stories and pictures that are a wonderful illustration of strength, community, and redemption….It’s not going to happen overnight, and it won’t be easy, but we are HOUSTON STRONG! 🙂
There are no words to really describe what people are going through or what their “new normal” is since Harvey…because, although my heart knows loss, it’s different, and I can’t pretend to understand what people are feeling at this moment…and I’m just so sorry.
My Personal Storm
I recently explained to someone that on August 21, Grace started school, 9th grade, High school, without her brother…A new schedule, a new season…Adjusting to new days without Warren. This will be our 3rd (school) year. With time, practice and lots of prayer, we are figuring out how to use certain “tools” to protect our hearts and push through the hard!
So, when Harvey hit….and school came to an abrupt halt, my heart and my head were thrown for a loop. Literally a storm hit our city and my heart all at the same time. I must confess that the storm and all the pain and suffering around me has been a trigger, and my heart misses Warren so terribly…More than usual, and its been difficult to shake..
However, I am realizing, that although it’s unique for all of us, people are hurting and trying to make sense of their current situation…and wondering when/if things will ever be normal again.
Truth & Encouragement
In a message given by our pastor after the storm, he said something that I needed to hear and wanted to share …. Not that you need permission from me, but maybe you need permission from you….
It’s OK to grieve over the loss of your “stuff”..your house, your things, the way things used to be.
It is not materialistic to walk into your house and feel sad about the things that are ruined or dirty or missing. It must be a terrible feeling to walk into a place where you once felt safe and comfortable, have snuggled on the couch and watched movies, raised a family, gathered for holidays, celebrated birthdays..and see such disorder. It’s like someone came in without permission and invaded your personal space…
I’m a very sentimental person…and especially since Warren’s death, there are things and places, and memories of how life used to be (should be) that are very special to me.
Give yourself the freedom to grieve. Allow yourself the opportunity to feel the pain that comes with loss..even the loss of things. Remembering too, that this process is different for everyone.
I keep hearing, “this is not a race, its a marathon.”…Such Truth!!…..It’s going to take time! Your heart and your head need time to catch up…It’s not always.. “pull yourself up by your bootstraps and charge forward…”
One of my favorite texts to receive is one that a friend or family member will send reminding me ..”we are still with you..” I’m learning that not all of us are “first responders”…but this road will be long for many and there is a lot of work still to be done.
I still Believe He Is Good and His Promises are True
The bible talks about the various trials that we will endure as Christ followers. We are not to be surprised by them. It is in these times of great difficulty that I pray our faith is increased …I pray that we remain steadfast.
I can’t say it’s not a little messy walking out our faith in the middle of pure exhaustion, uncertain times, and heavy hearts…but I do know that at the end of the day…Jesus is enough!
There will be days when we feel like throwing our arms in the air and shouting, “I can’t!” ..and go ahead…Do it! You’ll feel better! But in that moment of complete desperateness, I believe He reaches down and strengthens our weak and feeble hands and makes straight our path.
Yes! I really still believe this ..and I do not pretend to know or understand your personal journey…and I certainly don’t make light of it, but I do trust that the only Hope worth holding onto is Jesus.
Trust in Him at all times, O people; pour out your hearts to Him, for God is our refuge. Psalm 62:8
No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. Romans 8:37
I have set the Lord before me, because he is at my right hand, I shall not be shaken. Psalm 16:8
But this I call to mind, and therefore I have hope! The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases, his mercies never come to an end, they are new every morning, great is your faithfulness. “The Lord is my portion,” says my soul, “therefore I will hope in him.” Lamentations 3:21-24